Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 128

All hail, Thou mighty to atone!
To expiate sin is Thine alone,
Thou hast alone the wine-press trod,
Thou only hast for sinners died,
By one oblation satisfied
The' inexorably righteous God.

Should the whole church in flames arise,
Offer'd as one burnt sacrifice,
The sinner's smallest debt to pay,
They could not, Lord, Thine honour share,
With Thee the Father's justice bear,
Or bear one single sin away.